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Summer of 1988….A Summer of Discovery [Group][MMM]

[Group][MMM] Summer of 1988… A summer of Discovery

This happened the summer of my 16th Birthday, the years was 1988. I grew up in a small town, the kind of town where something happens and the entire town knows about it. Throughout school I was an active runner and had the standard runners body. I was 6 foot tall about 160 pounds a nice solid body from all the miles I would run. Brown hair I kept long like most other head bangers.

The house I grew up in was on at the end of a long street in Suburban part of the state. We had “Privacy” trees that surrounded the entire back of the property, so the neighbors would not have a direct view of the backyard and pool.

Being 16 and having a hard body I had no shortage of girls to hook up with. I was known throughout school for not only my athletic ability, but as the girls found out I had an all over tan. Because of the private backyard and parents that worked all day, I would layout and Suntan nude throughout the summer. Read more »

[Group] You won’t believe what I did last week, and frankly, neither do I

Hello everyone. Maybe against my better judgment, I’ve decided to tell a story. This is not the kind of story I thought I’d ever tell, and it’s not the kind of story that I ever thought I’d be able to tell.

It’s hard to explain without you knowing me, but I am the last person on earth who should be telling this story. Nobody would ever believe it, and I still can’t personally believe it happened. What I also can’t believe is that I not only want to tell the story, and discuss it, but also that I’m vaguely proud of it.

This is a throwaway for quite obvious reasons. This whole thing is so out of character for me, and that’s putting it very, very mildly. But here we are, and here we go. Let me set the scene for you.

I’ll try to keep this relatively short, so that you can get just a basic idea of what happened, and we can discuss the finer details when you inevitably message me!

I was part of the nerdy group all through high school. I developed a bunch of close friendships with the other members of this group, both guys and girls, and over time we became one big group of really, really close friends. Three guys, three girls. Read more »

[M]otorcyle ride and Orgasms [F]or Her

Here in this story, I was 24, just finished first year of Med school and felt like a badass. I was crushing it there. Near top of my class. MD seemed like a for sure rather than a far away dream. So, now that it was summer break, a small one any way, I was once again on the hunt for an erotic and open and sexual, and hopefully sensual encounter with a woman or group. I open to all women size, age, shape, and race. Just be open and horny and ready for fun. To craigslist I went.

I found an older women, say early forties, with a picture showcasing her mixed iron gray and black hair, and a small Native American tattoo above her left tantalizingly semi sagging breast, and a cute smile. All she said was that she was looking a man with a motorcycle to give her a ride and then take her back to her place to then let her take advantage of them. Sign me the fuck up. Read more »

[M]y first and only threesome [MFF]

This happened during my junior year of college. Definitely wasn’t the most ideal circumstances for a threesome, but rarely do things ever work out exactly how we expect amirite?

I had recently returned from a semester abroad and was living in an apartment with my 5 closest friends at school. Blessedly, I won the draw and got one of the only 2 single bedrooms in the house, which is a huge luxury in the city I went to school in and is a crucial reason how I ended up so lucky that night.

I had gone to a bar with a smaller group of friends to celebrate a birthday, not knowing that my roommates were throwing a house party. We didn’t throw them that often (if you’ve ever tried to clean a hardwood floor after one, you’d understand why) so I was caught off guard when I got home and the party was raging. I had already had a few drinks, and was feeling kind of tired. I had planned to just go upstairs and watch Netflix until the party died down, then I could sleep. Read more »

A Night on my sailboat [MF] [MM]

AN EVENING ON MY SAILBOAT (A 100% true story.)

When I was younger I was a partner in a beautiful thirty two foot Catalina sailboat.
My boat was docked at Monroe St. harbor.
I didn’t have the money to have a berth on the dock and had to settle on tying up to a can.
Cans are buoys that are evenly spaced out in the harbor.
The only way to reach your boat is to ether have a small dingy or to use the tender boats.
These are basically water taxis that would drive you over to your boat.

Here in Chicago we have a tradition called Venetian Night.
People dress up their boats and often join the parade of boats as they motor around the harbor and lake shore.
Other use it as just another excuse to party on their boats (As if boaters need a reason to party.).
Traditionally I would just invite a couple of friends and stay moored to our can as we grilled our food
while drinking an excess of beer. Read more »

In writing a new story, Captured by a tribe…. I’m looking for feedback?

I was a great explorer.
I had explored every continent. I had sailed every river worth sailing.

But eventually while traveling through a forest, previously untraversed die to unknown reasons, this great explorer met his match.

He was captured in a net while climbing a shear cliff face.
But who had captured him?
He hung there for the whole night, as it was late when he set out, hanging by his feet in the net, for the whole night and half the next day. When he awoke, he was still suspended but he heard voices. Voices speaking in some native tongue he had not heard before, (he spoke 8 languages).

But who was it that was speaking this language?
A group of very attractive women. No men in sight. All these women had long, flowing golden locks down to their waste. But what what really different was what they wore.
They wore very rudimentary covers over their bodies. Not even worth calling it clothing. It was nothing more than a few bands of what looked to be vine. Read more »

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Monopoly game with sexy rockabilly chick [MF]

this story starts somewhere in 2018 right after halloween but right before thanksgiving and christmas..

it was Friday and was looking for things to do, i had just gotten out and was waiting on a train to take me back home after a pretty uneventful shift. I get a message invitation for drinks and board games about half mile from where my significant stayed. Since it was close enough to drunk walk home we agreed. I get there kinda late since i still had to go pick up drinks and snacks for the evening and people were already very much into a mario kart tournament. Music was playing and drinks were flowing, time for a friendly game of monopoly. This group has always been very close and hookups within the group was pretty normal. The girls had all madeout before. Classic early 20’s hormones.

This is where it gets interesting. There were enough of us wanting to play that we made teams. It was basically who you were coupled with or showed up with that night.

My teammate was my SO. Petite latina, 5’2″ 105lbs we’ll call her Reba. She was very artsy and i think she’s actually an art teacher now. Read more »

Table Service [Objectification] [M/s] [Public Use] [Slut Training]

I kept thinking about the office and how nice it would be to have and train a little slave slut there. I imagine telling you to meet me after hours wearing your prettiest dress. A little black something with your tits popping out of the top. You wouldn’t need to know why or what you’ll be doing because you’ve been training for this, to serve your Master and not think… Doing whatever it is you’re told. So when you show up to the address, you see a nice restaurant with a doorman who bolsters your confidence in your outfit. As you enter, the lights are dim and the smell of cigar smoke lingers in the air. A slightly effeminate man greets you at the door, and when you tell him who you were there to meet, he nods and looks at you with a hint of snoody jealousy across his face.  Read more »

A night in Amsterdam with Brianna [MF]

This story took place on a European tour several years ago. A group of friends had just finished our first year of college. There were five of us together on the tour who had become friends through our first year of college – three guys and two girls. No, this is not a group story.

We were all fresh out of first year and wanted to take some time to see some of the world. Most of the group was 19, with the youngest two – myself and another one of the guys, were still 18. Brianna was the prettier of the two girls on the trip, 5’5” tall with long brown hair down past her shoulders, well defined facial features, dark brown eyes, wide hips and c cup breasts.

We had been touring around Europe with an escorted group for around a week before my encounter with Brianna. We all had a moderate dose of affluenza from our middle class upbringings, and were more than happy to spend our parent’s cash on escorted groups and decent hotels. One compromise we did make was shared hotel rooms. So the two girls had one room to themselves, and the three guys had another. Read more »

Milfs in yoga pants 2

After an hour of running, my feet are starting to drag. My muscles ache. My lungs burn. My clothes are soaked through from the light rain and the sweat that stubbornly refuses to evaporate in the humid September air. Less than a mile to go until I reach the gym, where I’ll take a long shower to soothe my muscles and cleanse my skin.

To keep myself going, I imagine that I’m having sex with a beautiful woman and can’t let her down. The generic beautiful woman in my mind quickly morphs into two — Ellen and Vanessa, the yoga-pants-wearing MILFs who gave me the most amazing sexual experience of my life a few short weeks ago. I’ve hardly seen them since and our contact has been limited to brief nods and smiles as we drag our children in or out of preschool. Now, for the ten thousandth time since our liaison, I recall their naked bodies — Vanessa’s petite with small, pert breasts and a firm ass; Ellen’s lean and athletic with large, soft breasts and a gently rounded ass. Both of them slick with sweat and panting. Vanessa’s long, blond hair swaying against her arched back as she drives herself down onto my cock. Ellen’s toned thighs trembling around my head as her pussy floods my mouth with its juices. Read more »